He grasped me firmly, but gently, just above my elbow, and guided me into a room, his room. Then he quietly shut the door and we were alone. He approached me soundlessly, from behind, and spoke in a low, reassuring voice close to my ear, "Just relax." Without warning, he reached down. I felt his strong hands start at my ankles, Gently probing, and moving upward along my calves, slowly but steadily. My breath caught in my throat. I knew I should be afraid, but somehow I didn't care. His touch was so experienced, so sure. When his hands moved up onto my thighs, I gave a slight shudder, and partly closed my eyes. My pulse was pounding. I felt his knowing fingers caress my abdomen, my ribcage. And then, as he cupped my full, firm breasts in his hands, I inhaled sharply! Probing, searching, knowing what he wanted, he brought his hands to my shoulders, slid them down my tingling spine and into my panties. Although I knew nothing about this man, I felt oddly trusting, and expectant. This is a man, I thought, a man used to taking charge.A man not used to taking 'No' for an answer. A man who would tell me what he wanted. A man who looked into my soul and said...
"Okay, ma'am, you can board your flight now."
